Pacing through the shivering winter night, snowflakes were showering across the vicinity of the city, coated it that of the soft frosting on a cake. My footprints were left as trails of crevices on the snow caked ground.

The somnolent moonlight was chilling behind the sporadic mass of clouds hovering above me, watching me, quivering in the sheer cold.

A vibration tingled my right thigh, my hands reached for my pocket, both my phone and my hands were trembling. The pixelated screen of light made my eyes squinted, I swiped down for the notifications.

where are you? i will come and pick you now, the blizzard is hitting town soon.

Ordinary, not so.

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